VISIONS THRU THE ABYSS Lyrics

Ay I'm boutta run up these bands and put some up for my son

And i'll run up a few more just to show y'all some

And I might just fuck with the bitches who don't play too nice

Get you sliced and diced or paying for double the price

And I'm coming up with my shooters out from Gun Hill Road

Product of my environment pay me for double the load

So I could flip it, bring it back, and kill the hoe who stole

Man she not low, look like she needs some more uh

Growing up poor man, living like a doorman

Knocking for some sugar, wait

Now I can't think straight

Fuck! it was crack rocks

Cooked it in the crockpot

Hide it in my damn sock

Now I'm tweaking jaw locked

Bring the whole city down

Drug addiction feed the town

Can't talk to the neighbors they always asking for favors

To me and my religion, theres sanity and decision

I'm telling you I see visions of Buddha and all his children

The city still going crazy (Crazy)

Crack babies born in the 80s

Material is the icon, might buy me a black Mercedes

I'm rolling round with my killers who fucking on them old ladies

And bitches fucking for money your body was once a temple

Selling herself for cash (what?), decision she made it fast

The one thing she have is ass, she used it just do some math

Ole baby that once was crying Now stripping fucking and lying (Nah)

To pay off that little mortgage

Fuck momma should've aborted

Whoa, maybe not aborted but still not fully supported

Cause momma was never there, she told her that life ain't fair

And daddy ain't coming round (No)

Forgot that his eyes were brown (What?)

All I remember was this, my vision through the abyss

Don't question me when I don't stop at the red light

I've seen too many movies, might come for my one life (One)

This city really like that, move wrong and it's on sight

I'll tell ya bout young man moving left he don't know right

Okay, walk out on the street and you could tell he's on parole

Looking over his shoulder quick to blast on any hoe (!Bop bop bop!)

Started from the projects elevated to the cell

And mommy left him too, ain't no one here to pay his bail

Okay, you can say he's crazy and at life already failed (He's crazy)

But fuck what you expect this man done really been through hell

It's fucked up they try to paint you as a criminal

This life you had to live been so far for minimal and

This moment right here will be known as the pinnacle and

The way the children watching they've been looking cynical and Man I said it's fuck what they telling me

Half these kids running around catching minimal felonies

The cops won't catch him, but the streets will never set him free

Paranoid mindset, like a dog stuck on a leash

City got a hold and I pray that he won't just lay deceased

Too many killings man, the kids can't even stay asleep